Repetition

I watch waves cover brown rockweed
and then return to the sea.
A constant refrain.
A seagull passes, lands, and stares.
A lobsterman hauls in a trap,
checks the lobster's length.
I eat my peanuts and read my book.
Soon I'll walk to the cobblestone beach.
Here the ocean tumbled rocks
until edges turned smooth. All
roughness polished away by waves.